A boy's eyes
So full of hope,
And dreams, and romance.
Not the kind where one loves a person
Rather the one where they love,
And want to keep loving,
Life.
He sees himself being the art
He so deeply adores.
Visions of crowds applauding
As he bows and smiles-
A smile so real,
A smile not to please his father.
But when he opens those enchanting eyes of his
All he sees
Is a pitch black void.
Darkness deeper than ebony,
Darkness deeper than Nyx herself.
He lies and he acts.
To his peers, he says he is okay.
To his parents, he says he will obey.
He knows there is nothing for him
But the haunting expectations
And the crushing pressures.
And so, he hangs his head low.
He dreams and he dreams,
Until the jewels in his eyes
Inevitably lose their shine.
~♧~
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flares of these strange thoughts
PoesieStrange thoughts, thats one way to put it. A collection of some lines i came up with off the top of my convoluted head. To be frank, I'm not even sure if this is, as one would call it, poetry. The way all this came to be is, well, i think a lot. Abo...
